I’m not feeling well. I’ve been
throwing up all morning.”
Extremely long pause. Throwing
up? Kristina, you’re not…
Pregnant? No. Can’t be. Can I?
[You’re not really throwing up.]
“No, not that. Food poisoning.”
Concern turns to concern. Do you
need to go to the hospital?
“No, I’ll be fine. I’m just weak
and wouldn’t be good company.
Tell Mom I’m sorry about dinner.”
Heather and I will be here until
Thursday. I hope we can see you.
“I hope so too. I’ve got presents
for you. I’ll call tomorrow,
okay? Tell everyone I love them.”
We love you, too. Christmas
isn’t the same without you.
I hang up the phone and half
way through my miserable weep
session I realize that once again
I never even asked about Hunter.
Do I miss him at all? Does he miss
me? Does he even remember me?
What Is Wrong with Me?
Surely I don’t really want
to spend Christmas alone.
So why didn’t I let Leigh
come and get me? Why?